Christian was busy these days. He had busy days with a lot of things to do. He had to finish the work in the studios quickly before the movie would get released. And it was a whole rush for everyone.

But well, it was not the best time for you to end up left alone without even the possibility of calling him. Why? Well, because your oldest brother, Michael, committed su!cide by shooting himself in the head over the Chicago bridge. It was then that you had learnt about how of a drug addict he actually was behind your back.

Something that added to your slow descent into hell, your other older brother, Carmen, didn't even showed up at the funeral. Why? Well, he was busy in New-York, working in those stupid three Michelin stars restaurants to come back to Chicago for the event.

But he came back a few days afterwards, after he had learnt that Michael had bequeathed to him his sandwich shop: "The Original Beef of Chicagoland". It was really tense with everyone around you. Your older cousin Richie was always arguing with Carmen, and even your older sister Natalie was herself arguing with Carmen. Everyone was angry at him, of course. They were mad that he came back like a flower after not having dared showing up at Michael's funerals and started to impose his rules in the restaurant he was now the owner of.

And you, being the youngest of the siblings, you never had a word to say and you just had to support their constant arguing and insulting, mainly between Richie and Carmen.

One day, your endurance of it just shattered and you walked out of the sandwich shop in the middle of the service; Carmen's pack of cigarettes in the apron you didn't took off begore leaving as you just made your way towards the studio Christian was recording in.

You pushed the door opened before you met gazes with Christian standing in front of his mic with his texts and replicas, headset on as he glanced at the door and saw you.

"Hey... What's up…?" Christian asked gently, taking his headset off and looking at you worriedly.